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( Riches to rags song lyrics )
SO LONG, SO WRONG
Copyright © 1998 - mickterry.com

1: A bare hundred watt bulb glaring over his head,
a sleeping bag thrown on an excuse for a bed.
The last meal he's had, maybe three days ago.
The last job he's had, he can't even know.

2: He once could do no wrong. He turned everyone on
to marvels beyond where they might ever have gone.
He topped all the charts: money, power and fame.
He played all the parts; he knew the right names.

CHORUS:
So long, so wrong, he sure wasn't made for this.
So long, so wrong, no proverbial pot to pee in.
He once lived in a tower and everyone showered
him with gifts and adoring attention.
But then something snapped and it all turned to crap,
and he's lost in a world of his own invention.

3: No one openly talks about the once golden boy,
what sent him careening to the bottomless void.
But rumors persist: he believed his own press.
But rumors insist: it went to his head.
CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
Isn't it curious the way that it seems
we each get the lessons that counter our dreams?
And should we not learn them, they somehow persist
and fill up our days with what we resist.

4: An old grocery cart borrowed to hold all he owns,
the grime, cough & whiskers, all the mutterings & groans.
You don't want to stare, but you can't look away.
It's riches to rags: another lost stray.
CHORUS:

Copyright © 1998  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other homeless / poverty song lyrics:   LACK ATTACK
RUNAWAY CART
I AIN'T BEGGING
THE SIMPLE LIFE
BRAND NEW SLUMS
GOD, HOW I'M GLAD
HOLE IN YOUR POCKET
AMONG THE RANKS (OF THE SELF-EMPLOYED)
To the TOP
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